My eyes bleed with teriaki sauce that ferments from my pancake soul
salty, so salty that I wince with pleasure at the drop of a soy bean.
I ask the waiter in an Italian joint what he recommends and he said catch me at my break.
I stood out in the rain to try and catch a drizzle of parmesan that was left on my cheek, but my tongue wasn't long enough.
Recall is not my best attribute so I'll forget it and call it a tomorrow.